Pure intention and her profound lust for life

On some days my friend didn't have much of a penis (nor I) or certainly any balls to speak of for that matter.

She couldn't quote any Terrence Gorski (a trifle) or any RD Lang for that matter. Oh don't get me wrong, she was exceptionally well read, sometimes infuriatingly so. (For a cute hippie with a plethora of tattoos that resembled something from Bradbury on mescaline.

Trying to get my partner to name anything pre 1959 was, well like pulling teeth all so gently from a comatose Tom Ford.

Now this pseudo cannabis induced intellectual had many gifts, not to mention that she was extremely passionate in her moments between the sheets, actually a wizard. Spiritually connected.


Elaborating on the subjects of Musicals, Spices or the latest Ethiopian cuisine, Herbal teas or simply WATER, would bring out a passion and a vivacious desire to communicate, never before heard in the western hemisphere.

There was a burning desire to hit you over the head with the most minute detail that seemed meaningless to the PASSIVE LISTENER but meant everything to her.

She was truly a lovely soul, however I told her in no uncertain terms, that her passions and nuances were too loud and embarrassing and neurotic for a man of my stifled taste.

Shame on me. I was simply afraid to love her wholly and embrace her inner goddess; that special power that makes men shrink sometimes. Now these memories are repugnant to me.

I had a brush with mortality a couple of nights ago. All I could think about at the time was this ethereal wild child, and that I wasn't man enough to show my real insecurity. My real insecurity about getting in touch with my feminine side.

One day in the shower together she suggested playfully that I remember to wash my Weenus.

I sometimes muse about this moment and her other charming moments, that were all mine. I had no idea what she was referring to, and I often didn't.

I can now look outside of myself and realize that she was really helping me grow, as reluctant as I was to accept her terms at the time.